We made another foray into “Coronaville” late last week, which turned out to be a little more intense than previous trips.
Apparently, we here in Alberta have been “rolled back” to “Step 1” of the province’s “reopening” strategy. That means, among other things, that masks are again mandatory in all indoor spaces. I don’t believe they have any intention of reopening, only that these insane measures are being used to get more people primed for, and desiring to receive, the kill shot, aka “vaccine”! However that may be, employees in some places were more vigorous in policing the masking…
First, however, it needs to be said that most places we had to go were still willing to allow us in, and we even had opportunities to enlighten a few folks who were open to hearing some truth. One cashier, poor woman, was “scared to death”, she said, and eagerly welcomed the information I had on the dangers of the so-called ‘vaccine’. I tried to encourage her into trusting in God only, and being willing to say “No”, as well. Others had new thoughts inserted into their thinking, and perhaps they will be able to change their minds about things like masking their children. We can always hope…
First intensified encounter: Canadian Tire. Immediately upon entering, someone demanded if we had masks. My best half saw the bottle of hand sanitizer in her hand, and thought she was asking if we wanted that, so answered, “We have our own.” And we walked in.
In the automotive aisle we were chased down by a very indignant woman who accosted us with a stern, “Excuse me sir!” from behind. My heart nearly stopped.
“Why aren’t you wearing your masks?!” (Notice how they always say ‘your’ this or that? All this garbage is really ‘theirs’, NOT yours.)
“We’re exempt,” replied my best half.
“Well, if you’re exempt, you need to tell people, instead of just refusing to wear one!” She was really mad.
I was very quiet, wondering what would happen. After all, folks have been physically assaulted in Canadian Tires for this “offence”. Then she saw the list paper in my hand and added, “And if you don’t have your paperwork, you still have to wear them! It’s MANDATORY in Spruce Grove right now!” Now what did she mean by ‘paperwork’, I wondered?
Second intense encounter: the greenhouse. Now, wouldn’t you think a greenhouse, of all places, would not be sticky about masks? After all, they have the most oxygen-rich atmosphere of any place. However, that was not the case, and was where I was more or less expelled.
As usual, I simply walked in and quickly began to go about my business without looking at anyone. I began breathing that heavenly air as deeply as possible (I love the scent of a greenhouse!). Not finding what I was looking for immediately, it took some time, I even had to ask for assistance once; and when nobody said anything about my maskless face, I thought I would be OK, and began to relax. Not so.
A short time later, as I was pondering over the type of flowers I would like, the same woman who helped me earlier showed up and asked if I had a mask.
“No, I don’t wear masks.” I said.
“Well, the law, you know. It’s mandatory right now… Do you HAVE a mask?”
When I said “no” she offered to get me one. I said, “It’s so frustrating because there’s no disease; it’s a political agenda”: and repeated that I don’t wear masks, and asked “what about people with exemptions?”
“Do you have an exemption card?”
“What? You need a card to be exempt?” (Guess that’s what the CT woman meant by ‘paperwork’) “I have religious convictions.”
That’s when a man appeared, who snootily commented, “Nobody LIKES to wear a mask!”
“It’s not about liking it or not; it’s about my religious convictions. This whole thing is a political agenda, and the more people go along with it, pretty soon they can just take over the whole world! But I’ll leave.”
He replied, “They have the power to shut down the whole store.”
“Yes, I know. So I’ll leave.”
At least they let me buy what I had put into my cart…
The grocery stores still don’t harass maskless folks, but as I was picking a few vegetables, an elderly couple walked past me, and first he turned around to look at me, then she did the same, with a look of disgust on her face. Then she immediately began to whisper something to her husband.
I begin to understand what it feels like to be a despised minority… Not to mention how it feels to be discriminated against… But Jesus warned us we would be hated of all men for his name’s sake, and we might as well get used to it sooner than later! Because this entire agenda goes totally against God and Christians.
Until next time…